When I shift my right leg forward, between his thighs, I feel his hard cock pressing against my shin.
Slowing again, I grin down at him. “Grind it out, if you can, before I come.”
He starts humping himself against my leg. I’m reminded of all the times Ellen used to do something similar—and I wipe that image away because it wants to bring thescreams back.
The scream of the wind through the hole in the side of the plane.
The screams of my fellow passengers.
My screams.
She died before she could ever scream.
I’m quiet and my brain is quiet and Declan’s quiet, except for his soft, wordless grunts, which I feel through my cock.
That makes me slow down again, because it feels soooo fucking good.
“Get it, boy,” I tell him. He’s nearlydesperate now and I have to bite back my own laugh as he grinds against me.
This is the most fun I’ve had—
Since beforethatday.
This is thefirstfun I’ve had, this crazy and reckless new thing I have with him.
Theonlyfun.
The sadist in me sits up and stretches again, welcoming this respite from my self-imposed prison.
I reach down with my right hand, grab his tie—not one of mine today,unfortunately—and wrap it around my fist.
Another low, soft noise vibrates through my cock and his humping and grinding grows even more frantic.
Itrulyown him in this moment.
My world tightly draws in, the blissful silence nearly pulling me over the edge. But I slow down because while it would be a huge giggle to come first and pull my leg away and listen to him pitifully whine…
I wantthis. Iwantto be the one to make him come.
Iwantto keep owning this beautiful silence.
Ineedthis.
I want him to needme.
I want him to utterly belong to me the way he did the other night in Casey’s office, and the way he did the other night in my bed.
Whatever I have to do to keepthisgoing, I will.
Tension fills his body, building, soft, chuffing whines around my cock making my ballsache and throb. He’s close.
I wonder if she’s let him come since the other day? Or if he minds that she controls that with him? Doesn’t matter if she controls it or not, at this point.
BecauseIwill.
I’ll let my boy come as much as he wants as long as he keeps taking what I give him, and he keeps bringing sweet, quiet bliss to my brain.
Reading him, I start moving with him and we settle intoa rhythm. It’s only a minute or so before I see it start, feel it, his tongue pressing my cock against the roof of his mouth as he struggles to remain upright through his climax and keep his hands behind his backandstay quiet, all at once.
